Yevgeny Yevtushenko (1932-2017)

The nihilist

He wore his pants

tapered,

hip. He dug Hemingway

too. But his father

said glumly

“Son, your taste

is un-Russian…”

Thus he saddened

his family

hard-working

boosters of output—

all the time

arguing with them

about weird

predilections.